Your Child, Our Child.

Troy felt his eyes lock to hers, and he couldn't really believe this was happening. It had to be a dream, or a sick joke. Because she couldn't really be here, right in front of his eyes, could she? If this was real, then everything he'd been waiting for was coming true. She was finally with him. But he'd never expected to meet her for real, for the first time again, in this situation. It was so strange, he could have laughed. But it would break the silence. The unbearable silence. He didn't breath. He didn't speak. His feet couldn't move, they felt like they'd been heavily cello taped to the floor. And if this was a dream, then he didn't want to move, or even blink, in fear of waking up.

Gabriella felt her heart start to be erratically. It was as if the switch had been turned on, and she could feel again. Her emotions were starting again. She'd felt empty, alone, and scared. But now the man of her dreams, the man she only saw in her dreams, was standing directly in front of her. He was her on switch, and now he was here, it was like she could breath again. He was her oxygen. Her whole nervous system. She was in pain, but it was numb now, because she couldn't' feel it. The paths in her brain had stopped working, and all she could focus on, was him. He was here. She could see him. Finally.

Sharpay was confused, to say the least. One minute, Gabriella had been screaming, then this stranger walks in the room, and everything stops. All traffic slows, and there is no movement. Sharpay wanted to scream, just to make them move. Their eyes were locked tightly. It could either be a fight for power, some kind of duel, or a long lost relationship coming together again. But whatever it was, their eyes didn't budge. Not when she slapped her hands together. Not when she stomped her foot. And not when she coughed incredibly loudly. Their eyes didn't even blink. It was like they weren't even there, or she wasn't there, and they could only see themselves. A piece of wire was connected to Gabriella's eyes, magnets in that guys, pulling them together. She didn't even seem in pain anymore.

This had to stop.

She coughed again, looking into their eyes for any sign of movement.

None.

"Excuse me?" She called to the man.

He didn't move an inch.

She walked forward. "Hey you!" She clamped her arm on his shoulder, forcing him to jump at the sudden touch, and he turned shocked to look at her. She rolled her eyes. "Yes, you. She needs the drugs now!"

He jumped into action, rushing around to other side of the bed, shifting her pillows, so she sat forward. He kept his eyes connected with hers all the time, like they were having a silent conversation. She leant obediently forward, her large throbbing stomach matted with sheets. Closing her eyes, she waited for the injection.

She felt the needle hit her skin, puncture through, and this should have caused some wincing, considering it was in her spine, but the softness of his touch overwhelmed it all. She'd missed his touch so much, and now they were touching, the sparks flew like they always wanted to. His soft fingers pressed into her gently, steadying her so she wouldn't move while the injection took place. She could feel his eyes on her neck, his breath blowing across her skin. The goose bumps formed, like always, and then the injection was over. She was allowed to lie back down, thumping tiredly into the pillows.

He moved, putting the syringe back into the trolley outside, a nurse coming to collect and tidy it up. He moved back into the room, surrounded by not so tasteful green curtains, and hesitated. He wanted to talk to her.

"Gabriella, I--"

She held up her hand. "--am in labour, so I really don't want to talk about it right now." She protested, and caught the sad look on his face, then it lightened slightly.

"But soon?" He eyes her.

She nodded, a smile catching her mouth. "Maybe."

She watched as his eyes slowly started to sparkle with hope. She noticed the bags under his eyes, the stubble, and the tiredness of all his facial features. But his smile lightened up the whole room like a large star, and then he went into Doctor mode.

He went over to shake Sharpay's hand. She hesitated, not sure of what to make of him. Eventually, they shook. Then he turned back to Gabriella.

"I've given you the necessary drugs, so the pain should ease. You've done really well to get this far without them. Most woman are screaming for them the minute they are in the door.' His soft chuckle escaped his lips. Gabriella smiled automatically. She'd missed his laugh. 'But yeah, I'll be back soon. The nurse said you were six centimetres dilated, but we need to get closer to ten. Someone will be back in half an hour, to check again. Then we can get this show on the road."

He smiled down at Gabriella, a sorry look in his eyes, like he was wishing she'd forgive him. She nodded, and his smile widened, but pain still crossed his face. Then he exited the room.

Sharpay flung herself to Gabriella's bedside, grabbing her face in her hands, and demanding she looked her in the eyes. "What the hell was that?!"

Gabriella shoved herself out of Sharpay's grasp, letting her head drop so she wasn't in the line of fire anymore. It should have been obvious, Sharpay was usually to intuitive. "I don't know what you mean." She mumbled.

Sharpay laughed sarcastically. "Sure you don't."

"I don't." But Sharpay could see through her.

Sharpay snorted. "You were looking at each other like it was love at first sight. But not at first sight, because you'd seen him before. Long lost lovers or something."

Her eyes started to tear, the tears pooling at the edges of her eyelids. She brought her face up to Sharpay's level. One tiny tear splashed onto her cheek. "That's what it was. Long and lost."

Sharpay gasped, her hand coming up quickly to her mouth. She pointed to the gap in the curtains, where Troy had just escaped. For a few seconds Gabriella was transported back to when Sharpay felt the baby kick. Sharpay was shaking, literally. "No. Its--Its not…"

Gabriella nodded. "It is."

She was then enveloped in a big hug from Sharpay, and she needed it. She was still recovering from the shock of it all. She was giving birth, and who appears? Only the man she'd been trying to find for the last nine months. It was too weird. Too wonderful. And she was waiting for someone to pop up through the curtain saying 'gotcha!'. But when she looked again, to the curtain, she saw nothing. Only a figure pacing outside.

Troy couldn't leave. His feet went forward a few paces, the back a few, and it repeated. He'd wanted to stay in the room, but it would be too painful. When the father turned up, he wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes. Because the guy who got her pregnant wasn't supposed to. He was supposed to be the father, but also her husband, lover, and friend. He wanted in her life, but had stupidly shoved his way out of it. And now he'd found her again. But he wouldn't have found her any other way. Pregnancy suited her. But without the father.

Somebody else was a part of who was inside her. It was Gabriella and someone else, another man, in that child, who no doubt would be beautiful, just like Gabriella. And now he had to deliver it. He had to deliver her child, and it belonged to someone else. He should have stayed, maybe then it would be there child, not some other guys.

"Troy?" Jason's voice floated his way.

He snapped his head up to the concerned friend walked through the hall towards him. He tried to act cool, but the pain and worry was still evident in his eyes. "Hey Jason, what's up?"

Jason patted his shoulder. "No, what's up with you?"

Troy sighed; there was no way he would be able to keep this from Jason, his best friend. They'd shared everything, and he didn't like to remember the look of betrayal in Jason's face when he hadn't been told fully about Gabriella. This situation was unavoidable. "Guess who's in there?"

Jason looked around the ward. "I'm thinking a woman."

Troy slapped his arm. "No, well, yes. But… Gabriella."

He saw his friends eyes widen, and then his mouth form a 'o' shape. He nodded, still shocked himself at finding her here, of all places.

"No way."

Troy nodded again. "Yep."

Jason pushed Troy forward. "Then why are you still here. Get in there and talk to her, Troy. She needs you. You need to explain."

"I tried to already, and she wouldn't let me."

"Why?" Jason's eyebrow arched.

Troy sighed in annoyance. "Because she's in labour!"

The realisation hit Jason, and then he stepped back. "Dangerous territory, my friend."

"Yes, I know. And I have to deliver it. Awkward or what? But when I went in there, it was so. So real. Like we had that instant connection. And we both felt it, too. But there's another guys child in there, Jason, somebody's else's. And it should… it should be mine."

Jason patted Troy's back, when a nurse came out the curtain. "Ten centimetres, and a very hormonal woman, puffing and panting. I say its time."

Troy didn't bother to laugh at the joke, he just turned to Jason for support. He watched Jason nod, giving him the reassurance he needed.

And then he stepped through the curtain.

LATER.

Gabriella thumped back into the pillows surrounding her, feeling the weight of giving birth fall on top of her. She panted loudly, closing her eyes, thanking the heavens it was all over. It had been a pretty easy birth, according to Troy who delivered it. But that didn't mean it was any less difficult and straining. She didn't even want to think about what had just happened, she just want her child. And Troy.

"Gabriella, here's your baby boy."

The little bundle was placed carefully by Troy into her arms after being cleaned up. He'd whispered; talking normally didn't fit the quiet and finally peaceful mood. The tears she had held onto so tightly during the birth spilled over her cheeks and she laughed tiredly. Sharpay flocked around her, cooing gently to the child in Gabriella's arms.

"He'd beautiful." Gabriela whispered, while she stroked her child's cheek.

Troy sounded choked too, when he spoke. "Any names yet?"

Gabriella lifted her head a little, only to put it back down to settle on the baby while she spoke. She nodded. "Yes… Matthew Troy Montez."

Troy stumbled back at her words. What was that? Did he hear correctly. Gabriella didn't move her head up, like she was deliberately avoiding his gaze. "Why… Why, Troy?" He stuttered.

Gabriella lifted her head, her cheeks that had begun to dry not wetting again.

"Because you're his father."

A/N; Quite short and sweet. How will Troy react? Find out in the next chapter. But for now, please review!

Harry Potter fanfic? Link in Profile.